Virtually everything I was taught, in the real world, goes against Christ’s drastic dictum.

I graduated high school, then, earned my B.A., then, on to graduate school, etc. I’ve literally slaved to make my career work, although it hasn’t taken off like I planned. I’m still a viable member of the American workforce. I pay the IRS annually. I’ve paid my dues. I’ve published, at least, one book. I’ve earned my red belt in martial arts in middle age. I go to church each Sunday. Maybe not every Sunday, but almost every Sunday since I was six years old. I’m still married to the same lady; we are still in love. I turned 56 years old this summer. I’m still alive.

As I recommit my life to Him again, I feel like I’m losing all that I’ve worked for. Maybe I’ve come full circle. Maybe I’ve just finished another trip around Mount Sinai, as they say.